Chapter 101

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• Zayla Steele’s face went blank with panic. It felt like Joaquin Latham hadn’t thrown an album—he’d hurled half her life. She slid off the bed to pick it up, but before her fingers could touch it, Joaquin yanked her by the wrist and tossed her back onto the mattress.
• The bed was soft, but getting slammed onto it still hurt. Her head spun, stars dancing. Zay let out a muffled “mm” and pressed her elbows down, trying to brace and sit up.